Last day in Provence

Saturday 22/08/09


I wake earlier than most, head straight to the pool. No sign of any form of hangover – c’est tres cool.

We cruise around the provincial countryside to visit some wineries, but they are all on a fucking lunch break (12 till 2 the lazy bastards!) when we visit. Very annoying.

Back to the same beach later in the day for a swim and some lunch – moules marinere with, you guessed it, some more rose. Quite good this time, 2008 Mont Redon, bit more weight and tannin to it.

Laze around at the pool a bit more then have to catch the train back to paris. Boring.

I get back and watch ‘The Birds” (in French) with Mlle Chatelle, Lea’s mum. We smoke and I struggle to keep and translate.